FM-V3-17

Chapter 17-Fallen Mother-Volume Three - Extra 3 

My mother is named Su Zihan. Even though she’s already in her forties, a mature woman, Mom is the goddess in countless men’s hearts. 

Mom is the kind of woman whose beauty is so striking and fashionable that it captivates everyone at first glance. Her tall, voluptuous figure, her charming and youthful face, and especially her snow-white, smooth, and incomparably soft skin make countless women jealous. 

On sunny days, when the sunlight shines on Mom, her plump, snow-white skin seems to emit a faint white halo. From a distance, she looks like a goddess descending to earth. 

Mom is not only stunningly beautiful, but her figure is also extremely sexy. Thanks to years of dancing and yoga to keep in shape, Mom has always maintained a healthy and curvaceous S-shaped figure. At 170 centimeters tall, with a pair of towering, peach-like breasts and a round, pert apple-shaped bottom, her swaying, soft waist and two long, plump legs make her walk like a model. 

They say beautiful women are dim, but Mom is a true genius. She became deputy mayor in her early thirties, and now, step by step, she has become the mayor of Rongcheng City. 

Every time Mom wears her fashionable, tight-fitting office lady (OL) uniform, standing tall and confident, she truly looks like an elegant and noble white-collar beauty. Her breathtaking face and hot figure mesmerize many men. Even though everyone knows Mom is already married with children, there are still many young talents pursuing her. 

At first, Mom always firmly rejected her pursuers. But perhaps because Dad passed away at a young age and Mom is now in her prime, she gradually became less conservative. However, this doesn’t mean Mom would cheat. Instead, she occasionally jokes with her suitors, and sometimes even flirts with them, then laughs and leaves gracefully, leaving them infatuated with her charm. 

Today, Mom is wearing a tight white sweater on top. The tight sweater clings to her well-proportioned body. The V-neck reveals her snow-white chest and shallow cleavage. Mom’s breasts aren’t particularly large, but their shape is perfect. Wearing this tight sweater makes her look even more graceful and charming. 

On the bottom, Mom is wearing a beige pleated skirt that just reaches her knees. On her legs, she is wearing a pair of flesh-colored stockings. Mom loves wearing stockings. Ever since I can remember, Mom almost always wears stockings at home. She doesn’t chase fashion, but she is very particular about stockings. As the mayor of the city government, Mom has a high income, so she wears only the thinnest, highest-quality stockings. The flesh-colored stockings she’s wearing today are so thin and transparent that you can clearly see her red nail polish through the toes, even though there is no extra padding. 

She doesn’t avoid me when changing clothes. She takes off her tight white sweater, then the beige pleated skirt, and throws them into the washing machine. Now, Mom is only wearing her ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose and a white lace panty on her bottom. She looks up at me, completely unbothered, and continues to take off her stockings. 

The stockings Mom is wearing are T-bar style, with a T-shaped reinforcement at the crotch. Mom pulls the waistband with both hands and slowly rolls them down. The ultra-thin stockings slide over her round, firm buttocks. She rolls them down to her thighs, then to her knees, and finally, with her fingertips, she gently grabs the toe of the stocking and pulls it off, then throws it into the washing machine. 

Watching Mom take off her stockings has an indescribable beauty. Every time I see her posture while taking off her stockings, it feels like a visual feast. 

Early the next morning, I got up to go to work. Opening the bedroom door, I saw Mom changing clothes. Her face is adorned with delicate, heavy makeup, bright lipstick, a string of pearls around her neck, and golden earrings. She is wearing a tight black women’s blazer on top, with a white shirt underneath. On the bottom, she is only wearing panties and is slowly putting on a pair of black pantyhose. 

Mom rolls the black stockings into a circle and slips them onto her snow-white feet, then slowly pulls them up to her knees, then to her thighs, and finally, with a snap, the ultra-thin black stockings wrap around her snow-white, plump bottom. 

After putting on the stockings, Mom adjusts them in front of the mirror to make sure they are evenly spread on her long, white legs. Then she picks up the black pencil skirt from the sofa and puts it on. Next, she picks up her Chanel bag, takes out a pair of black high-heeled women’s shoes from the shoe cabinet, and slips her black-stockinged feet into the shoes with two thuds. Today, Mom hasn’t tied her hair up. Her long, black, curly hair falls to her waist, giving her the charm of a mature woman. 

Then I got into her car, and Mom drove me to my workplace before going to work herself. 

Because Mom is so busy with work, I usually get home first. 

That evening, around 7 o’clock, Mom finally came home. 

She said, “Fanfan, I have a dinner appointment tonight. Make something for yourself to eat.” 

While saying this, she took off her black blazer and white shirt right in front of me, then the black pencil skirt, and threw them all on the sofa. Looking at Mom’s round bottom and long, white legs wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings, I couldn’t help but marvel. Mom is not young anymore, but her figure is still excellent, almost as good as a young girl’s. 

Mom took out a black dress from the wardrobe. The dress is pure black and slightly tight, just reaching her knees. The sleeves are made of lace with hollow patterns. The transparent lace patterns on Mom’s snow-white arms clearly reveal her delicate, fair skin. 

Mom put on the black dress, then actually took off the black pantyhose from her legs. It seems Mom wants to wear a different color of stockings to the party. 

She opened the wardrobe drawer and took out a new, unopened pair of stockings, also black. This made me a little curious. Since both are black stockings, and the pair Mom wore in the morning was also new, why change? 

Suddenly, I remembered that Mom has always been a bit of a clean freak. The pair she wore today had been worn for a day, and since she was going to a dinner party, she naturally wanted to wear a fresh pair. Thinking this, I felt better. 

Mom opened the package and took out the stockings. I took a closer look and realized these were black lace stockings ultra-thin, with no extra padding at the toes. The waistband has a circle of delicate lace patterns. Mom rolled the stockings into a circle and slipped them onto her feet. The ultra-thin black stockings slowly slid up her snow-white thighs to her thighs. She put one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor, putting on the lace stockings right in front of me. 

Mom adjusted the stockings in front of the full-length mirror, neatly pulling the lace edge to her thighs, then let her dress fall. 

These lace stockings are even sexier and thinner than the black pantyhose she wore in the morning. The morning pantyhose had a bit of a nylon shine, while these stockings have a completely matte, pure cotton texture, with no plastic sheen. The ultra-thin stockings are evenly spread on Mom’s long, white legs, looking extremely hot and sexy. 

Mom hurriedly let her dress fall, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, picked up her bag, and went to the door to put on her shiny black leather shoes again. The heels aren’t particularly high, only about 5 or 6 centimeters, but the style is very dignified and elegant. Paired with Mom’s black stockings and black dress, she looks full of mature womanly charm. 

Mom put on her high heels, picked up her Chanel bag, and went out. 

Who would have thought she wouldn’t come back until almost 2 a.m.! 

And she was drunk! I pushed Mom’s thigh and woke her up. Mom opened her sleepy eyes, saw she was still wearing last night’s unwashed clothes, and hurried to the bathroom to take off her dress and prepare for a shower. While Mom was taking off her stockings, I noticed a run in them. 

“Mom, your stockings have a run. Are you still going to wear them?” 

“Really? A run?” 

“Wow… there really is a run… Forget it… I won’t wear them!” 

After my reminder, Mom realized there was a long run in the ultra-thin lace stockings on her snow-white legs, stretching from her calf to her thigh. Mom is always very particular about stockings and would never try to mend such a big run. So she took off the stockings and threw them directly into the trash. 

After throwing out the black lace stockings, Mom immediately took out a pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose from the drawer and quickly put them on. Usually, Mom rolls her stockings into a circle and slowly pulls them up her legs, but this time, she just opened the stockings, put her feet in like pants, and pulled them up carelessly. After putting them on, Mom realized the stockings weren’t spread evenly, with some areas darker and some lighter, so she adjusted them in front of the mirror to make them even on her long, white legs. Then she put on a beige pencil skirt, a slightly fitted skirt that hugged her round, firm bottom, and a beige sweater with a beige shawl over it. She hurried into our bedroom to catch up on sleep. 

The next morning at 7 o’clock, I woke up to see Mom sitting at the dressing table doing her makeup. 

Today, Mom is wearing a tight gray women’s blazer on top and a gray pencil skirt on the bottom, looking very dignified and steady. 

On her legs, she is wearing a pair of ultra-thin black pantyhose. I know they’re pantyhose because after finishing her makeup, Mom lifted her skirt in front of the full-length mirror and adjusted the stockings on her legs, making sure the ultra-thin black stockings were evenly spread on her plump, white thighs. Her long, black curly hair is pinned up in a standard married woman’s hairstyle. 

Around her neck, Mom is wearing a string of large, round pearls, and on her ears are two delicate pearl earrings. Her face is heavily made up, and her lips are painted with the brightest lipstick. The black stockings she’s wearing today are pantyhose, with extra padding at the toes, making her look even more mature and dignified, fully embodying the elegance and nobility of a woman in her forties. 

“Mom, you’re dressed so beautifully today. Are you going out to a party again tonight?” 

“Yes, I’ve arranged to go shopping with a few girlfriends tonight. You’ll have to eat by yourself. There are a few dishes in the fridge just heat them up.” 

“Mom, you’ve been going out a lot lately. Are you having fun with your friends?” 

“Oh, it’s just those old classmates. They’re bored and keep dragging me out to go shopping.” 

After saying this, Mom stood up, picked up her beige Chanel bag from the sofa, and went to the shoe cabinet by the entrance to pick out a pair of black buckle-heeled shoes. 

These shoes were bought by Mom a long time ago on a trip abroad. 

This is the first time I’ve seen Mom wear them they’re especially sexy and alluring. The matte material, the pointed toe, and the high heel over 10 centimeters are especially eye-catching. The sexy buckle strap wraps around Mom’s black-stockinged ankle, looking incredibly sexy on her feet. Mom looks luxurious from head to toe: her elegant gray suit, the ultra-thin black stockings on her legs, the pearls around her neck and ears, and the most eye-catching the buckle-heeled shoes. Paired with the black stockings, it’s a perfect match. 

What man could resist such a gorgeous, alluring sight? 

I immediately hugged Mom and began passionately kissing and licking her neck. Then I moved my head in front of her, opened my mouth, and kissed her bright red lips. Mom frowned tightly, closed her eyes, and looked pained. It was clear she was reluctant. 

Then I unbuttoned two buttons on Mom’s white shirt and slowly reached in, wanting to touch her breasts. Mom pressed my hand down. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Mom, can’t I even touch you? This is just touching your breasts. We agreed to have sex three times a week. Once we’ve fulfilled that quota, you can say no. For now, let’s stick to the rules. Just accept it.” 

With that, I pushed my hand in further and started kneading Mom’s round, white, soft breasts. 

While kneading her breasts, I kept kissing Mom’s white neck. Mom frowned, looking a bit pained, but her lips parted slightly and she began to pant, her chest rising and falling. Then I continued to unbutton her white shirt, pulled down her bra, and Mom’s round, white breasts popped out like two little white rabbits. 

Mom tightly closed her eyes and covered her face with one slender, white hand, not wanting me to see her expression. 

I reached out with both hands and grabbed Mom’s soft, rabbit-like breasts, kneading them hard. Mom’s breasts changed shape in my hands. 

“Fanfan… be gentle… good son, be gentle… don’t be so rough.” 

I ignored Mom’s words and kept kneading her soft, white breasts. Then I pinched her pink nipples with my fingers, twisting and pulling them. 

“Be gentle… be gentle… it hurts… Fanfan, let go… don’t pinch me there… Mom, it hurts.” 

Then I unbuckled my belt, took off my pants, and said to Mom, “Mom, give me a blowjob. Look how much your son’s little brother misses you!” 

Mom probably knew that even if she said no, it wouldn’t help. She frowned, closed her eyes, and stayed silent. Then I took off my underwear, and my thick, long cock sprang out. I moved forward and pressed my red, hard glans against Mom’s delicate face, rubbing it gently. 

I held my cock and gently tapped Mom’s face with my glans, grinning lewdly. “Mom, give me a blowjob, hahaha. We’re both mother and son, and husband and wife. Don’t pretend to be shy. You’ve done it before. What’s the big deal about blowing your son’s cock?” 

Then I held my cock and pushed the glans against Mom’s bright red lips, forcing it in. Mom frowned tightly, looking pained, and kept her lips shut tight, not letting my cock in. 

“Go in… go in… Mom, open your mouth… let me in… Damn, my cock is already at your lips and you’re still being stubborn… Fine, you want to be stubborn? Let’s see who wins.” 

I reached out with two fingers and pinched Mom’s nose. Mom immediately couldn’t breathe and opened her mouth to gasp. Seizing the moment, I held my cock, thrust my hips, and with a wet sound, my thick, long cock entered Mom’s beautiful mouth. 

I grabbed Mom’s hair with one hand and gently held the back of her head with the other, thrusting my hips slightly, making my thick cock move in and out of Mom’s mouth. Mom frowned, helplessly sucking my cock, slowly taking it in and out. 

I thrust forward, pushing my whole cock into Mom’s mouth. Mom was caught off guard, her throat gagging and coughing. 

“Too deep… too deep… pull it out… too deep… it’s uncomfortable… Fanfan, don’t do this… Mom can’t take it, it’s too deep.” 

“Hahaha, deepthroating is the best! Who would have thought a forty-something goddess mom would be giving her son a blowjob at home? Hahaha, what a slutty mom. Such a slutty mom shouldn’t pretend to be a virtuous wife or a chaste woman. Just obey and serve your son well. Ah… so good… so good… Mom, your mouth feels so good… so wet and warm… wrapping around my cock feels amazing… ah… so good… so good… deeper.” 

I tightened my grip on Mom’s hair and kept thrusting my hips, pushing my cock all the way in. The glans probably reached Mom’s throat, touching her tonsils, but Mom still looked pained, gagging and coughing, with thick, bubbly saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

Now I could clearly see my thick, long cock moving in and out of Mom’s mouth. Then I pulled my hips back, and with a wet sound, I pulled my cock out. Mom, unprepared, still had her mouth tightly around my glans, so when my glans left her mouth, it made a popping sound. 

When my cock left Mom’s beautiful mouth, a long string of saliva stretched from her lips to my glans. The long string was clearly visible under the light. Mom looked at my big cock and the red glans, at the long string of saliva, her eyes dazed and teary, but her expression still firm. She frowned, looking ashamed, and reached out to break the string. 

Then I took off Mom’s gray blazer and white shirt, then the gray pencil skirt. The gray pencil skirt tightly hugged Mom’s round, big bottom and long legs. It took some effort to take it off. 

I pulled off Mom’s gray pencil skirt. Now Mom was only wearing the ultra-thin black stockings. The ultra-thin black stockings were evenly wrapped around Mom’s long, white legs, tightly hugging her round bottom. The string of pearls around her neck shone brightly under the villa’s lights. 

Who would have thought that Mom, who looked so dignified and elegant when she went out yesterday, would now be stripped of her clothes, naked except for her pearls and pearl earrings, with the black stockings still so sexy on her legs? 

Although I’ve seen Mom walking around in stockings in front of me since I was a child, seeing the mayor, my noble, beautiful, mature mom, wearing these T-bar ultra-thin black stockings now gives me a different kind of excitement and stimulation. 

Then I lifted Mom up and put her on the bed. I grabbed her slender, white waist and lifted her up, making her bottom face me, high in the air. Then I grabbed the stockings on her bottom and tore a palm-sized hole with a ripping sound. 

Then I pulled Mom’s lace panties to the side, stroked my cock a few times, and aimed it at Mom’s pussy, slowly pushing it in. Although Mom kept resisting and shaking her head, soon, her pussy started to get wet, and her pink flesh was exposed. 

I easily pushed my cock in. Then I reached out with both hands and slapped Mom’s stockinged bottom several times, making crisp, loud sounds. 

Then I held Mom’s slender waist, thrust my hips, and started fucking her pussy. The sound of slapping echoed through the villa’s room. 

While fucking, I kept tearing at the stockings on Mom’s thighs with both hands. The black stockings were soon covered with large and small holes, like pebbles. I kept kneading Mom’s round bottom wrapped in black stockings. Through the holes, I could clearly see Mom’s smooth, white skin under the stockings. 

“How’s that, Mom? Mayor Su Zihan, does your son fuck you well? Does it feel good? Hahaha, is my dad better or am I? Does my cock fuck you well? Say something. 

“Just hurry up… just cum… I won’t answer… do whatever you want… I won’t answer.” 

“Is that so? Still stubborn, huh? Hahaha, your pussy feels so good… so warm and wet… so good, Mom. Your pussy is tightly wrapped around my cock. So good.” 

I kept this position and fucked her a few times, then I hooked my arms under Mom’s stockinged thighs and lifted her up, carrying her off the bed and over to the black sofa. I sat on the sofa, Mom’s white body facing away from me, her buckle-heeled shoes firmly on the ground, her pussy wrapped around my cock, her slender, white waist tightly in my hands. 

Mom, riding my cock, her slender, white waist couldn’t help but wiggle slightly. I thrust my hips up, wildly pounding her pussy. The slapping sounds were crisp and loud. Mom’s expression was very pained, her mouth open, moaning and shouting. Her wavy hair, originally pinned up, was now loose and swaying with her head. 

Mom’s expression was very pained, her mouth open, shouting: “My good son… Fanfan, be gentle… be gentle… it hurts… ah… I… don’t be so rough… stop it… ah… mmm… you’re hitting my womb… your glans is hitting my womb… ah, it hurts… I… no matter what, I’m still your mom… stop it… hold back a little… ah… it hurts so much… don’t hit my womb.” 

“Hahaha, so that’s what the soft thing is Mom’s womb! Hahaha, that’s where your son was born! I’ll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, that’s also where our son Fangming and daughter Fangling were born, right? It’s so exciting, hahaha, fuck you to death, hit your womb, so fucking exciting. How’s that, Mom? Does my big cock fuck you well? Does it feel good?” 

Mom’s buckle-heeled shoes were barely supporting her body. As I pounded her, her head swayed more violently, her white neck arched upward, moaning loudly: “Fanfan, be gentle… it hurts… Mom’s womb hurts… don’t be so rough… it hurts… ah… it hurts so much… it hurts.” 

“Do you submit, Mom? Do you submit? Answer me, do you submit? If you say you submit, say my big cock fucks you well, I’ll let you go, hahaha. Say it! Is my cock more important or your pride? Answer me, and give the correct answer. If you give the correct answer, I’ll let you go.” 

“I won’t say that… do whatever you want… just finish quickly… I still have to go out… my girlfriends are waiting for me…” 

“Damn, still so stubborn, huh? Fine, take this!” 

I let go of Mom’s waist and reached under her knees, lifting her stockinged legs with my arms, thrusting my hips even harder and faster, pushing my big cock all the way into Mom’s pussy, fucking her wildly. The slapping sound was like a high-speed motor. 

Mom, being fucked so wildly, looked even more pained. She arched her neck, frowned, her wavy hair swaying, but she didn’t want to moan. She covered her mouth with her white hand to stop herself from moaning. 

“How’s that, Mom? Are you about to climax? Have you climaxed? If you want to climax, just do it, my good mom, Madam Su Zihan, hahaha. No woman can withstand being fucked like this by my cock and not climax.” 

“Stop talking… just do it if you want… I won’t climax… I have no feeling at all… ah, it hurts… I have no feeling at all… I can’t climax… just finish and let me go.” 

Mom is still so stubborn, hahaha. 

After saying this, I stood up from the sofa, my cock still inside Mom’s pussy, making Mom stand on the ground. Her buckle-heeled shoes barely supported her, her stockinged legs trembling, her thighs slightly together, barely standing. 

I tightly pulled Mom’s slender, white arms back, making her plump, white breasts stick out forward. 

Standing like this, I started fucking Mom. My firm abdomen slapped against her round, white bottom, making crisp, slapping sounds. Mom’s head kept swaying like a drum, her wavy hair swaying. I pulled her slender arms even harder, making her bottom stick out high to take my wild pounding. Her stockinged legs were tightly together, rubbing against each other. Mom’s actions were to lessen the pain of being fucked, but this only made her pussy tighter, wrapping around my big cock, making me even more comfortable. 

“How’s that, Mom? Does it feel good? Does it feel good? Say it, say it to me. If you want to moan, just moan loudly, don’t hold back, hahaha.” 

“It doesn’t feel good… it doesn’t feel good at all… it’s uncomfortable… just finish quickly… just cum and let me go… I still have to meet my girlfriends…” 

“Still so stubborn, huh? Fine, I’ll show you my power.” 

I grabbed Mom’s slender arms even harder, thrusting my hips wildly, fucking Mom’s pussy fiercely, wildly riding her stockinged bottom. My firm abdomen slammed even harder against her bottom. 

I kept this standing position and fucked Mom about seven or eight hundred times. The whole time, Mom kept her eyes closed, frowning, shaking her head, her expression pained to the point of twisting. 

“Mom, you look uncomfortable, don’t you? Then I’ll make you feel good. Kneel on the ground.” 

With a wet sound, I pulled out my thick, long cock, pressed Mom’s shoulders, and made her kneel on the ground. Her stockinged thighs were on the ground, and I lay on my back, putting my head between her legs, opening my mouth wide, and sucking her pink pussy wildly. 

While licking Mom’s pussy, I shook my head, rubbing my mouth and tongue against her pink pussy, making slurping sounds. 

“How’s that, Mom? My oral skills are good, right? Does it feel good? Does it feel good to be licked? Slurp… slurp… splash… splash… shh… shh… shh… does it feel good? Does it feel good? Has your husband ever licked you like this? Hahaha, your son will make you feel so good you won’t know which way is up, hahaha.” 

I lay on the ground like this, my head between Mom’s thighs, holding her stockinged legs, shaking my head and sucking her pussy, my tongue quickly flicking her pink clit. Mom’s juices couldn’t help but flow from her pussy, covering my face. 

“Finish quickly… finish quickly… I don’t feel good at all… I have no feeling… I just feel your mouth is disgusting… your actions are vulgar… finish quickly… I want to go out… finish quickly!” 

Mom rode my face like this, tightly closing her eyes, shaking her head, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. 

Then I stood up, grabbed Mom’s legs from behind, lifted her stockinged legs with my strong arms, and lifted her into the air. 

Mom’s white back was against my firm chest. Then I thrust my cock from behind, pushing it into Mom’s wet pussy, and started thrusting my hips. I held Mom’s stockinged legs in my arms, lifting her into the air, fucking her pussy from behind. Mom’s stockinged legs were tightly in my hands, her buckle-heeled feet dangling. 

I fucked harder and harder, my hips wildly slamming against her bottom. Because I was fucking so hard, one of Mom’s buckle-heeled shoes came off, leaving only the thin strap around her ankle. The shoe dangled as I fucked, the black stocking loosening, a large part of the stocking hanging off her toes, swaying with my movements. 

The elegant black shoe also dangled, the thin strap around her stockinged ankle, making me worry that if I fucked any harder, the strap would break and the shoe would fall off. 

“Finish quickly… finish quickly… ah… I want to go home… it hurts… ah… this position is too much… Fanfan, you’re hitting my womb… you’re so rough… finish quickly… I want to go home… I want to go home.” 

Mom looked a bit disheveled now. A large part of the black stocking had come off her foot, hanging from her toes. Mom’s face was red, her beautiful face tightly frowning, eyes closed, her features twisting, her head still shaking. 

“I’ll fuck you to death… fuck you to death… Mom… Mom… does it feel good? Mayor Su Zihan… answer me, does it feel good? Hahaha… if you want to climax, just climax… climax freely… don’t hold back… hahaha… your son will make you climax… you beautiful stockinged mature mom… stockinged wife… actually climaxed from being fucked by me, hahaha, I’ll fuck you to death, fuck you to death.” 

“I have no feeling at all… no feeling at all… I won’t climax… mmm… I won’t climax… just finish quickly… just cum and let me go… I want to go out… mmm… don’t say those strange things to me… don’t mention ‘son’ in front of me… don’t mention ‘son’… you’re not worthy of mentioning ‘son’.” 

Hearing this, I fucked even faster and harder, my hips thrusting like an electric motor, wildly slamming against her stockinged bottom. 

“Damn, Mom, Su Zihan, every time I mention ‘son,’ your pussy tightens even more, hahaha. Does it feel more exciting when I mention your son? It feels so good. Just mentioning your son, your pussy tightly wraps around my cock, like an eel biting my glans, hahaha. I’ll mention your son. One day, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone, hahaha. You stockinged mom, if you’re so tough, don’t come to be fucked. Since you’re here, don’t pretend to be shy. I’ll fuck you to death… fuck you to death… I’ll make you climax today no matter what.” 

I kept fucking Mom’s pussy about five or six hundred more times, then let out a low roar, my whole body trembling, my hips twisting, my legs shaking. Then I shuddered, tightly holding Mom, making her pussy wrap around my cock. 

It seemed I came inside Mom’s pussy. I came for about ten seconds, then with a wet sound, I pulled out my cock. When I pulled out, a lot of thick cum flowed from Mom’s pussy, running down her stockinged legs and buckle-heeled shoes to the floor. Mom collapsed on the floor, panting heavily, her face still red, her expression still pained, eyes tightly closed. 

Meanwhile, Xiao Wang had been carefully recording all these lewd scenes with his phone. I sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, panted heavily, and grinned lewdly at Mom on the floor. 

Mom, naked except for her stockings, was seen clearly by me. I don’t know how Mom would react if she knew about this. Probably, our mother-son relationship would be completely broken. 

While saying this, Mom took off her white sweater and white pleated skirt right in front of me, then put her hands on her waist and slowly took off her plain, home-style flesh-colored stockings. 

Mom rolled the stockings down to her knees, then grabbed the toes and gently pulled them off, throwing them into the washing machine. Then she took out a new, unopened pair of black stockings from the wardrobe drawer. I wondered what kind of fancy stockings Mom would wear to the club to accept my training. 

Would it be lace-topped stockings? Or sexy crotchless stockings? Or patterned stockings? 

Just as I was imagining, Mom opened the black stockings. When she opened them, I saw they were just ordinary black pantyhose, and they were crotch-covering. The material wasn’t particularly thin just ordinary black pantyhose. Mom rolled the stockings into a circle and slipped them onto her snow-white feet. The black stockings slowly slid up her round calves to her knees, then up to her thighs. Then Mom pulled the waistband, and with a snap, the stockings tightly wrapped around her round, plump bottom. 

This kind of black pantyhose is what Mom usually wears. It seems Mom is still very resistant to my training, not wanting to please me at all, still wearing her usual stockings. 

Then Mom took out a tight, thin, high-neck sweater from the wardrobe. The sweater was gray. Mom put it on, the tight, thin sweater tightly wrapping around her well-shaped, white, round breasts. 

Mom’s breasts aren’t particularly big, but wrapped in this tight sweater, they look especially graceful and curvy. 

Then Mom took out a dark gray women’s suit. The top was a fitted women’s blazer, and the bottom was a knee-length pencil skirt. Although Mom usually likes to wear suits, this dark gray suit was the first time I’d seen her wear it. Mom seemed to deliberately make herself look older, tightly wrapping herself up, not wanting others to recognize her by her clothes. 

The high-neck sweater paired with the dark gray suit, although tightly wrapped, looked very dignified and elegant. Then Mom rummaged in her bag and actually took out a pair of women’s sunglasses and put them on her pretty face. 

The stylish sunglasses, paired with Mom’s high-end suit, made her look even younger, like a noblewoman living in a mansion. 

Mom lay on the sofa, slowly spread her legs, her stockinged legs in an M shape, her snow-white pussy and asshole completely exposed to the air. Her wet labia spread open like two pink doors. Her pink pussy had sparse hair, very clean. Her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, were spread apart, revealing her pink flesh. It seemed Mom’s pussy was still quite sensitive, the flesh trembling, as if winking at me. 

I slowly walked forward, grabbed Mom’s stockinged thighs, kneaded them a few times, then knelt down and put my mouth on Mom’s pink, wet pussy, licking it. I slurped loudly, sucking Mom’s pussy, sticking out my tongue and flicking her clit and labia. My tongue quickly flicked Mom’s sensitive spots. Mom was already flushed, her chest rising and falling, panting heavily, her rabbit-like breasts hanging on her chest, trembling, unable to stop moaning. 

“Oh… mmm… mmm… slow down… ah… it’s uncomfortable… ah.” 

“How’s that, Zihan? Your son’s pussy-licking skills are good, right? Not many women get to enjoy my oral skills. You should feel lucky, you old hag, hahaha.” 

I grabbed Mom’s stockinged thighs with both hands and spread them apart, sucking her pussy, shaking my head left and right. My lips kept moving over Mom’s sensitive, tender pussy. Mom’s moans became more intense. She instinctively covered her bright red lips with her slender hand, not wanting her moans to be too loud. 

“Mmm… mmm… ah… ah… mmm.” 

“If you want to moan, moan loudly. It feels better and more exciting, hahaha. Watch how I lick you to death, you old slut, slutty mom, stockinged mom. I really want everyone to see how my mom gets her pussy licked by me, haha. If you want to moan, moan loudly. Why cover your mouth, Zihan?” 

I kept licking Mom’s pussy with my skilled oral technique. Seeing that Mom’s pussy was wet enough, I stood up, reached out, and lightly slapped her pussy a few times. The sound of my hand slapping her pussy made a wet, splashing sound. Then I grabbed Mom’s long, round, stockinged legs, lifted them onto my shoulders, leaned forward, and gently sucked her pink nipples a few times, my tongue flicking around her pink areolas. Mom’s body became even more sensitive, and her pussy became even wetter, the juices soaking the tops of her stockings. 

“Ah… be gentle… be gentle, you beast… don’t do this to me… don’t do this to me… ah… mmm… ah… mmm.” 

Then I put one hand on Mom’s stockinged leg, the other holding my cock, and rubbed my glans against her pink pussy, the wet, splashing sounds very clear. 

“Zihan, you’re so wet, and still so stubborn. Do you want me to put it in? Do you want me to fuck you, hahaha?” 

“Just finish quickly… just finish quickly… mmm… ah… mmm… ah… just finish quickly… just finish quickly… you bad guy… you social scum… don’t use these words to tease me… it won’t work on me.” 

Mom had already closed her eyes slightly, frowned, her bright red lips slightly parted, unable to stop moaning. 

“Ah… ah… mmm… ah… mmm… ah… mmm… ah.” 

I held Mom’s round, long, stockinged legs, lifted them onto my shoulders, then thrust my hips forward, and my thick, long cock slid into Mom’s pussy. The warm, wet flesh tightly wrapped around my cock. 

I felt extremely comfortable. Mom’s pussy was very tight, tightly wrapping around my cock, with many folds. As I gently fucked, the strong friction from the flesh walls stimulated me to the extreme. 

My cock went all the way in, the glans touching Mom’s womb. When the glans hit her womb, Mom seemed to feel a strong stimulation too. Her vaginal walls contracted tightly, as if a strong suction was pulling my cock in. This strong pleasure felt like a carp was gently biting my glans. 

“Zihan, you say you don’t want it, but your pussy is sucking my cock like a mouth, hahaha. Sucking so tight, not letting me leave. If you’re in so much pain, let go of my cock. Don’t contract your pussy so hard, hahaha.” 

With Mom’s stockinged legs on my shoulders, I twisted my strong hips and began thrusting wildly in her wet, tight pussy. Under Mom’s dignified appearance, her vaginal walls had so many folds she’s a born fleshlight, a man’s blessing. My thick, long cock slid in and out of Mom’s pussy, each thrust going all the way in, hitting her womb. 

“Mmm… ah… mmm… ah… oh… you beast… shut up… you’re not allowed to be my son… Fanfan, you’re not worthy of being my son… mmm… ah… ah.” 

While fucking Mom’s pussy, I also sucked and licked her stockinged toes. The stockings on her toes were soaked with my saliva, the slightly thick black stockings becoming more transparent. Through the stockings, I could clearly see Mom’s red nail polish. 

“Mom, the black stockings you’re wearing today are so sexy, Zihan. Do you usually wear them like this? Or did you wear such beautiful black stockings tonight just for me? Ah, it feels so good, so good, so good, Zihan. Just mentioning that I’m your son makes your pussy contract. Mentioning your son makes your pussy even tighter. It feels so good. Your pussy feels so good to fuck, partly thanks to your son, hahaha.” 

“You beast, stop talking… stop talking… don’t mention my son… I wear these pantyhose every day… they’re just ordinary pantyhose… for work… how could I cater to a beast like you… impossible… ah… mmm… ah… oh… oh… don’t mention my son… ah.” 

Even with the hood on, I could clearly see tears streaming from Mom’s exposed eyes, dripping down her forehead. 

I began to suspect that what I said was true when Mom hears about her son, about me, her pussy contracts even more. 

I thrust my hips, fucking faster and harder, slamming into Mom’s pussy like a pile driver. The intense movement made the stockings on Mom’s legs loosen, a large part of the stocking sliding off her toes, dangling and swaying, looking both lewd and disheveled. 

I kept Mom’s stockinged legs on my shoulders, fucking her pussy wildly. The loose stocking on her toes kept swaying with my movements, looking extremely lewd. 

“Zihan, your stockinged legs are so beautiful. Do you wear them like this at home? Your son sees such a beautiful mom walking around in stockings every day. I wonder if he has any other thoughts, hahaha.” 

“Why do you keep mentioning my stockings… they’re just ordinary stockings… I told you… shut up… you beast… you animal… you beast… only a beast like you would have such incestuous thoughts…” 

Then I leaned forward, pressing Mom’s stockinged legs down hard. Mom’s knees were pressed to her white breasts and shoulders. I pounded her bottom from above like a pile driver, my thick, long cock going all the way in, hitting her sensitive womb with each thrust. 

“Zihan, I’m hitting your womb, I’m hitting your womb. That’s where your son was born, hahaha. I really want to see your private parts in person. I must meet your precious eggs someday. Your pussy feels so good to fuck, partly thanks to your son. Mentioning your son makes your pussy contract. It feels so good, hahaha.” 

“Shut up… mmm… mmm… mmm?… ah… mmm… mmm… mmm… ah.” 

I twisted my hips wildly up, down, left, and right, my thick, long cock ramming around in Mom’s wet pussy. Mom’s pussy was already dripping with juices, streams of liquid running down her white, round bottom. 

Then Mom’s whole body convulsed and trembled. Her white waist and bottom shook a few times, and her whole body shuddered. Then, with a wet sound, a large amount of liquid sprayed from Mom’s pussy, like a high-pressure water gun, all over my firm abdomen. Mom actually climaxed from being fucked by me. 

“Damn, you squirted… Zihan, you can squirt? Now you’ve climaxed from being fucked by me, hahaha. Can’t escape, can you? How does it feel to climax? Does it feel good?” 

Mom’s head shook like a drum, her hair swaying. 

“It doesn’t feel good… I didn’t climax… I didn’t climax… mmm… ah… mmm… ah… I just peed. Are you done? If you’re done, I’m going out.”